Tiffany had just realized that her try-outs for Cheerleading were later that day. She wasn't popular by any means, so she hoped that becoming a cheerleader would help her gain some friends or even respect. She'd tried getting in the squad last year, but was unable to. She was by no means ugly or unattractive, she just lacked the social status needed to get in easily. Plus, her choreography was a bit off. Glancing at the clock, it read 6:24, and realizing she had an hour until she had to leave for school, she put on her Green and White uniform and went to her living room.
In order to make a practice space she moved the small coffee table out of the way and positioned the T.V. infront of the spot and turned it on. She put herself in the small area and started to practice vigorously. For nearly and hour straight she'd practiced chants and dances and probably wouldn't have stopped if she hadn't gotten tired. Exhausted, she planted her tired ass onto the couch, and took a quick look at the clock. She let out a groan as she saw it said 7:29. School started at 8:00, and it'd take her atleast 20 minutes to walk there. Slowly, she pulled herself up, put on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and walked out the front door.
The journey to school was simply horrible. She had no one to talk to, and was therefore lonely. Her legs refused to move, although they'd probably feel better by the end of the day. Another strike against Tiffany was her money for lunch. In her haste to get dressed, she realized she left her money in the pants she'd planned to wear but didn't because of her uniform. She wasn't hungry now despite her hour long practice, but she was going to be at lunch. It was odd, she thought, that she wasn't hungry, but she quickly passed it off coming to the conclusion that humans must be packed with calories. It wasn't a surprise that she'd gained weight. Speaking (Well, thinking) of weight, her new uniform covered her larger stomach. Nobody would tell the difference, not that anyone ever really payed much attention to her.
Her day was as she'd expected it. She, as usual, talked to no one and just sat in her chair taking notes or doing work. The worst part of the day was lunch. She sat by herself at the table near the corner. With no friends to "borrow" some money or food, she just sat and waited for the long hour to end. When it finally did, Tiffany had only 2 classes left, both of which seemed to end quickly. With the day over, all that was left was try-outs.
After the last bell rang, instead of going straight to the Gym, Tiffany took a quick stop at the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, Tiffany made sure she looked in order as she wanted to look the best she could. Before she left, she heard a large groan come from her stomach and felt a sharp pain. She was starving, but she thought she might be able to make it through the try outs fine. The pain also surprised her, as it didn't feel like a normal stomach pain. Grabbing her bag, she took a peek in it and realized she brought the gun. She found it odd though, because she didn't remember putting it in there.
With her stomach still making noises and having occasional pains, she decided to
